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glance did not meet the indignation Alinor expected. She had underestimated her opponent. |
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With a totally bland expression, Ian agreed warmly. "Of course. Have I not had repeated demonstrations of your gentleness? I know you so meek and mild that a single angry word is too great punishment. I am sorry to hear of your jealousy, of course. However, since you are so biddable, so amiable, in all other ways, I needs must make the best of this small crotchet." |
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Beaten at her own game, Alinor could only laugh. She was relieved to see that the swelling was greatly reduced, although the blue, black and green discoloration seemed greater. Very gently, Alinor probed Ian's kneecap. He stiffened but did not wince away or protest. As well as she could feel, the bone seemed whole. This news was very welcome. Ian confessed he had felt it himself two days before but could make nothing of it. Then a lively discussion ensued. Alinor proposed that Ian remain abed; he swore in response that he would have his clothes off and bathe if it cost his life. Although Alinor knew this was the thin edge of the wedge, his need was very apparent. His skin was caked with dirt; she could see the lice in his hair; and he stank to high heaveneven to Alinor's hardened nose. Ian's proposal won. |
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The movement from bed to bath and out again seemed to do so little harm, even though Ian had to bend his leg a little in the tub, that it was far less unreasonable when he said he would go down to his guests. |
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"I must, you know," he insisted, forestalling Alinor's objections. "I dare not ask this one and that one to come up here to talk. Each will wonder what the other said, and also that would be an unhealthy tale to carry back to the kingand someone is sure to carry it. Worse yet would be for all the great lords to come together away from the tale bearers." |
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A compromise was reached. Alinor bound Ian's leg |
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